Chapter 11 (1/2)
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Yesterday's events were a torrent of water rushi+ng into histsunami before the undercurrent pulled them below the water's surface and sank them all the way to the immeasurable seafloor
Because of theinally been as clear as a one from a shallow puddle to a deep pond
The reclined Fu Shen felt awful all over, and he wanted to turn over to relieve his stiff, aching back He didn't expect that just one move would rouse Yan Xiaohan, who turned around, sat up, and reached out to help him As he wasn't completely awake yet, what came out of his ? Do you need water, or the bathroo Fu Shen up, so he, of course, automatically leaned over and pressed his forehead to the other's to check his teone down”
It was completely out of Fu Shen's expectations that he'd actually be treated so well He almost didn't react at first, but quickly drew back and avoided hi… I don't need anything, just… let me sit up for a bit”
The drowsy-eyed sleepiness subsiding, Yan Xiaohan's eyes sharpened as he finally woke up all the way, and the atainst the headboard, after which he retreated three steps and sat back down on the bench, putting a distance between the
The two seem to clear their heads of theirin unison the ridiculous engage its political ih-and-through conspiracy, and even though the part about waltzingeach other', its innate essence is unchanged It's still a loo, who had been iain followed the trend of getting a sudden-onset headache He is, truly, sos, but at this time, he just wants to lose his 's happened
“You keep on sleeping There's no need to worry about er-co up a robe fro it to the other “Put that on, it's cold at night I'll have soee up”
Aa na up within a heap of praise of adoration, and seeing too nizing that soood to him However, perhaps due to the influence of that da particularly sensitive to other's feelings within his serious illness, the very first feeling that series of actions gave hi about being so “That's… very kind of you,” he says, embarrassment hidden in his heart
With one crooked idea, the entirety of the following trail of thought will also be involuntarily askew
Looking at the face alone, Yan Xiaohan's is better than his by soon Guard robes and into soot up to pick up the bright lantern, his black, smooth hair slid froaze drooped tiredly, as his sleepiness seems to have not been eradicated The corners of his ht's illu one briefly able to forget his identity and be coht and shadow
Fu Shen narrowed his eyes, completely unaware of how
Yan Xiaohan turned and left, closing the door behind him, and smiled as he walked down the corridor Fu Shen may be muddle-headed from fever, but when he stares at people, his Marquis-ness isn't restrained at all He probably didn't realize how very invasive his own gaze was Yan Xiaohan felt like his clothes were about to be stared right through and finally couldn't take it any to concede defeat and flee
The servant keeping night vigil saw hi from ear to ear as he exited the room and was under the impression that Fu Shen had croaked his last Why else would his master have such senile happiness?
By the tiht over, the two's enchantment had been dispelled They sat opposite each other with their respective bowls, the steae of red, their spines forcibly straightened They can at last calmly study the bumpy road before them, laden with brambles, and ponder over where they should step next
Yan Xiaohan spat out the tea water he had used to rinse his mouth, then returned the bowl to the table “Marquis”
Fu Shen is still leisurely drinking his congee “Hm?”
“I have a few questions, and I hope that you'll be able to clear things up for me”
“I'll say this, Mister Yan” Fu Shen set down his spoon, srasshoppers on the sa ‘Marquis, Marquis' It's too alienating”
An implied, mutually-understood h Fu Shen is relatively bull-headed in certain aspects, he's still fairly forthrightbusiness with a person like this doesn't require very ht then, if you say so,” Yan Xiaohan coyuan, I listened to the Emperor's intentions yesterday, and he seemed to have some extre recently that could have offended hih… don't addressjust sed down the wrong pipe, said with exasperation, “Can you not just call ave a cordial s to it in advance”
Fu Shen's appetite nuhed “A child with no mother is not a story that will be succinct Were you born yet when the Ehtly constricted “I just had been Why?”
“This ins are before even then,” Fu Shen says “The Late Emperor had nine sons at his knees The one that he most favored back then, and the one that wasseat, was the fifth prince, His Majesty the Prince of Ying [2] He and the Third Prince, who is non as Kin-Prince of Su [3], shared the saht not know this, but my second uncle and the Prince of Su were study partners Those tere… uh, they had a very strong bond, thus he was very close with the Prince of Ying He didn't treat hienuine little brother”
Yan Xiaohan felt that his hesitation in the middle there was a bit weird, but didn't question it Fu Shen continued on “The Late Emperor was in the palace when he suddenly suffered a stroke, with only the eldest son and His Majesty acco hi Gong, and against everyone's expectations, he had decreed that the title of E of the Emperor's path on the throne,Gong and the current E the same clan Others still privately contacted the Princes of Su and Ying with the desire to attempt an armed coup His Majesty had seemed to be somewhat aware of this, so, in his second year of ascension, he sent the Prince of Ying off to a fiefdom
In the second year of Yuantai, the troops of the Eastern Tartars of Almaty invaded the Great Zhou, and what bore the brunt of it was the Prince of Ying's fiefdo Prefecture The border's arh The Prince of Ying took his Estate's personal guards to resist the Tartars' cavalry, disappearing after a few days of harsh fighting The Prince of Su and my uncle sent people to search everywhere, only to come up empty-handed Under circumstances like those, the probability that he survived was very slim, and over time, the event slowly faded fros it up any for the Prince of Ying, and after he died, the matter fell to me” Fu Shen smiled “And what do you know? Heaven never bars one's way, as I actually did find the Prince of Ying's descendant”
Yan Xiaohan was stunned
“When the Prince of Ying died on the battlefield, one of the concubines in his Estate had been pregnant She was captured by the Tartars, and her good, svelte looks actually saved her life, because she later becah official She preserved the last bit of the Prince of Ying's bloodline and wanted to flee with her child back to the Great Zhou, but unfortunately, she was snatched halfway there by herdsmen of the Dark Pearl troops Then, she had no choice but to live anony that she was a purchased Han woman, and committed herself to the leader of the Dark Pearl troops, HaTu[4]
With further luck, it wasn't long after she'd fled that the Aler anyone in the world who knehat her original identity was This surprising woman outlasted the previous leader of the Dark Pearls and is now part of one of the most influential noble clans of the Eastern Tartars As I've said this much, you should already knoho she is”